Our Dude in Corozal-Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Mirror."
(dedicato: Litzia Perez)
When the Master, TIME, killed... U start/STOPPED Loving, heart-broken, thrashed-round ICON Boy or Gal? When INNER-blood-tragedy enacts? Lost Kid, murdered Wife, no-one within REACH of your despair, Poets-worthless even IF U have half a brain-no-one expects? (Not happened yet?) Family grave OR the Killer's face on TV?
When the master, TIME, takes U back home, a Stranger's vista, years & years? Just what can U curdle from Yesterday's mementoes? A kiss? A face? ...that GAVE U the Kiss, and/or kissed again, her face, her LIPS to succor your immediate satisfaction? (Perfume?)...or His! His! His? "Ou sans les neige dantan?" (Where R the SNOWS of yesteryear?)
Can U love her yesterday like she loved yourn, a celluloid, a kodak, she-he, he-she; who screams Time's paradox into our cold today? As for weeping, DO U remember? Does SHE remember U? The holiness of Youth, Love, aspirations-like Atlantis, lost beneath the wave of our endeavors? Plato? Would he write a Postcard that made sense? (Perpetuate rumor/myth!?)
When the MASTER "Time" kicks his GIG into consciousness, we fold/ORIGAMI, eat Sushi, imagine "epiphanies" on a daily basis. Gaetano (Gypsy) dresses, incense-sticks, quit taxis/opt for hitch-hiking/get the bloody BUS. When TIME kicks IN the Usual-Suspects/friends pale in life's mirror. Only ALONE, mostly the soul-abyss U OWN. A" sais e vous!" Put a RIBBON on it! If U smile? A guile-Un-wrangled! A mirror, a self-reflection, bloodied, and I will see U there!
davedelacroix, may 23, corozal, belize.
c.dave delacroix. OUR MAN...SO FAR...WITH U....on the Planet. Hugs/kisses; Corozal-Belize.
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